Oh...those 60's and early 70's...scuba diving...running the rivers... wildnerness trekking...playing drums...rock and roll...and girls...and not neccessarily in that order. Boy...do I miss those days...especially those days that I remember. Going out and spreading your wild oats...and your poor mother going to church on Sunday and praying for a crop failure. And for you guys who don't know who the "dancer" is...don't even ask...
I promised not to tell...